[Mousen]

The year... Well the year wasn't of much importance, but for those of you who must know, it was 1859. A yellow grey fog covered the city, gently absorbing the stinking fumes from the famous river, t'was the famous smog. This smog was something the residents of this city had to live with daily. It was very early morning, and the sun yet to begin to break it's way through the haze and smog, to shine blearily down onto the residents of this poor part of town. Ever so gently the dingy market stalls were beginning to hum with life. Any minute now the hoarse calls of the fish mongers, grocers and butchers would start. The were only small, poor businesses that dared set up here, in this dismal part of town. The smell of rotting fish was undeniable now, clearly cleanliness was a second though here. Their first thought was no doubt trying to make a living so they could keep themselves out of the workhouse. Those demon buildings had only stood for nine years, yet they already had a reputation for being as close to hell itself as you could be on this earth.

Yet it was in these shady streets, full of thieves, beggars and other no-good businesses Jack Malkin grew up. He'd quickly found his feet after his parents deaths, typhoid fever it had been. His family hadn't been a poor one, quite the opposite was true, infact, they had been very wealthy, but sadly none of them had wrote wills. The lawyers they had been with were very adept at taking peoples money. Especially after there was no-one to complain, nor report them for their wrong doings. It was the streets or the work house for Jack. He knew which option he preferred. It had been begging to start with, though he quickly found his feet in the world of pick pocketing. He even made quite the name for himself, he wasn't the kind to get caught now. His ingenuity, wit and pure luck had managed to prevent that.

He felt like he was betraying someone close to him by having this life thrust upon him, he also felt like he was being betrayed. He felt as if he were betraying one of the only children he'd never been able to save, he felt like he was being betrayed by Roslyn. They'd met a while ago, she was alone, Jack being Jack had actually been concerned at the young, obviously high class lady being seemingly alone. He attempted to tell her so. Though Jack soon realized that she needed no protection whatsoever. She'd saved his life twice now, first time around by something as simple as paying for the medical treatment he needed if he were to live, the second time was something different altogether. Everyone assumed him dead now, they'd seen enough evidence to suggest Jack Malkin had been painfully and brutally murdered. Roslyn had other ideas, the rogues which had attached Jack had, had no idea that his almost-but-not-quite-a-lover was around the corner. Needless to say Roslyn could easily coped with some not-so-intelligent vampire rogues.

Jack felt very lost. Now he had no idea where she was, she left him barely two months after his 'death'. Apparently she needed to seek guidance from her great uncle, who was currently over seas. That had been little over six months ago, Jack new that time meant little to her, though right now it meant a hell of a lot to Jack. Who was slightly lost in this world where everyone believed him dead, lost was the wrong word, perhaps. It just would have been easier with Roslyn with him.

"English cox apples! Three for a ha' penny!"  

The harsh, grainy voice startled Jack from his thoughts. He was currently in the attic of a rather shady inn, it was a filthy place. Jack was suprised he'd even managed to spend the night here. Still it was better that wandering aimlessly around the streets, just. He climbed down the wood worm infested stairs and down to the bottom floor where stubbs of candles gave the light, due to the bored up windows. The awful smell of the smog penetrated though the pieces of  rotting wood nailed to the rotting frame with rusty nails. The whole place was in complete ruin. He banged a coin on the counter before striding out into the foul air. He was sure the coin was probably ten, possibly one hundred fold what he had been supposed to give, not that he really cared though. Money had no value anymore, not unless he was slipping in the tip jar of his hard working friend, possibly the only one who'd managed to dig his way out of this hell hole without breaking any laws. Well, the laws that he did break were completely Jack's fault, Barnsley was completely innocent, he had just been dragged along for the ride.

He kept to the shadows, covering his bright ginger hair with his tatty, fraying scarf. His flat cap was pulled down over his head, hiding is face from the red of the world. Absent mindedly he checked his pocket watch, it was obviously a stolen one as it was very finely made, if a little plain. Jack didn't honestly care for the thing, but it was the only one which had never broken, so in his pocket it stayed. He looked around, trying to chose where he was going to be headed until the sun rose, for he didn't dare show himself to the public. More than anything Jack longed to talk to his friend and often co-conspirator Barnsley. He missed the old chap and it was a wrench not to be able to tell him he was still here. He wanted to be able to blurt out the absurdity of the situation to someone who wouldn't just shrug him off and pretend no-one had spoken. Which is what Roslyn had done before she had left. Right now Jack was in the middle of a cross roads, the only thing was he was both walking around in circles and unable to see the paths before him. He was stuck in the middle of nowhere.

(Erm... o^0;;; I got carried away?  Yeah... Sorry about that. X3 He's in human form incase you were wondering. For all those who aren't Jaden this is sort of an English Victorian Evelon. o3o;; I've rated it PG 13 since it's Victorian Evelon. The Victorian times aren't that nice at time. oDo;;  )

[Jaden Wolf]

((That was a bit...confusing. I'm not quite sure where he is, but I'll try mah best. DX Also, I'm going to downgrade Kaitou's character a bit. She doesn't normally degrade herself to pickpocketing, that daredevil, but I'll pretend it's her younger years...))

Kaitou

A young woman strode through the smog on the streets, her face hidden beneath her hat as she watched the people pass by. It had been a while since she'd been here. Being the determined girl she was, she had already managed to blend in with a higher class, making her living there until she could manage to slip into the even richer areas without notice. All illegally, of course. She never remembered a time when she had made an honest living. Nor a time when she had to resort to the workhouse. Well, that was that and what was done was done; she had no problems with her way of life...just the opposite. Yet she had to come back, if only just to remind herself of where her roots lay. She had even pulled out her old clothes so she would blend in better.

Lost in her thoughts, it wasn't long before Kaitou had lost her way...a fact very unusual for her what with her keen sense of direction. Quickly, she shoved her hands into her pockets, such as they were, just in case someone tried to swipe her coins...which would be rather irritating, even if she was capable of getting more later. She looked over at the glowing place where the sun feebly began to break through the smog as it ascended into the sky. As she did so, she turned a corner, colliding with someone walking on the other side. She stumbled back in surprise but regained her posture to blink at the man standing before her.

[Mousen]

(Eep sorry, he was standing outside a little in. The last few sentences were in a metaphorical sense. Sorry. X3)

Jack was once again startled from his thoughts he looked up to see a young woman there, apparently startled. A smile crept across his features, gently he twirled a coin through his fingers, a half a crown to be exact. "Drop this?" he asked. He twisted the coin down along his hand for a moment before he closed his fist, then he opened his other hand, in it was the coin, or a coin of the same amount at the very least. It was a simple trick, beggars magic if you will. Though the slight of hand wasn't, even an amateur at the trade could easily see that.

No one with a clothing style such as that would not have obtained that coin legally infact, judging both from the amount and from the current state of her clothes she was a darn good pickpocket too. He could quite clearly remember tutoring some kids that turned out like her, there was a moment of sadness as he wondered what had happened to them now. He sincerely hoped they were allright. He'd heard along the gossip that the church his memorial service had been held at had been full of people, infact some had to spill outside due to the fact they couldn't fit another person it. He'd quite honestly had no idea he'd had so many people who cared enough to turn up. Apparently Barnsely had revieved forty-eight hours imprisonment and a fine for 'accidentally' releasing a vicious cat near the vicar, while he tried to preach to them about how Jack had been the scourge of the devil and his end was just what he deserved. The rest of the crowd had apparently joined in the disrespect of the Vicar, though inable to aprehend them all they'd just taken Barnsely. To be quite fair that wasn't the barnsely he had known, it made him feel guilty in the knowledge that his death had sent the ussually reserved man possibly off the edge and even made him disrespect his faith.